I decided to return to my native Kuban in old age. A pension, a little house, a bee yard. I was traveling—traveling—and didn’t make it. A car accident, death… and… the year 1980? Am I a young truck driver again in a collective farm? Fields, villages, hamlets around, and harvest time right ahead. The Union in all its glory! A fairy tale! And the main thing—trouble hasn’t happened in my family yet, and I’ll be able to prevent it.
But first I have to reach the garage with my broken “Gazoon.”
Hey! Comrade! Take me in tow!
Eh?! Where are you going?! Stop there!